“Clean up those pieces of broken rock.”
Victor knelt on the floor, frantically wiping away bloodstains with a rag.
As a germophobic surgeon, he could not tolerate the hall looking like a slaughterhouse.
“Certainly, Director.”
Alice responded obediently.
She lifted her Gothic long dress and walked toward the millstone-sized piece of blue-granite with light, small steps.
This was the wall material that had been smashed when the stitched monstrosity burst through the door earlier.
Hard and heavy.
As Victor scrubbed the floor, he caught glimpses of her out of the corner of his eye.
He was curious.
What kind of abilities did this 'God-Chosen' evolved from rotten flesh actually possess?
Alice did not bend over to lift the rock.
Instead, she tilted her head, a hint of childlike playfulness flashing in her red eyes.
She lightly raised her right hand.
Buzz—
The air vibrated.
Those half-person-high great scissors appeared out of thin air once again.
The blades were sharp, wrapped in black thorn patterns, and exuded a heart-palpitating scent of blood.
Snip.
Alice made a casual air-cut.
The crisp sound of the metal biting together made one’s teeth ache.
Then, as if pruning a flower branch, she opened the scissors and gently clamped them onto the thick piece of blue-granite.
“It’s too big; it’s hard to carry,” she muttered, her tone as soft and sweet as if she were acting spoiled.
With a slight flick of her wrist—
Shlick!
There was no resistance, no sparks.
It was like a hot knife through butter.
Before Victor’s shocked gaze, the blue-granite—which had a hardness comparable to steel—was instantly snipped in half.
The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.
“This...”
The rag in Victor’s hand dropped.
He pushed up his non-existent glasses, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
That was blue-granite!
Even a diamond-tipped cutting machine would have to saw at it for ages, right?
And she just... snipped it with a flick of her hand?
However, the performance was just beginning.
Alice seemed to think it wasn’t 'tidy' enough.
Snip! Snip!
Silver light danced.
The sound of the scissors opening and closing merged into a dense patter like rain.
In three seconds, the millstone-sized rock had turned into a pile of uniformly sized, regularly shaped stone fragments.
Every piece was as neat as if it had been measured with a ruler.
“Whew...”
Alice blew away the non-existent stone dust on the blades.
She turned to look at the dumbfounded Victor, flashing a sweet smile that sought praise.
“Director, this will be much easier to carry now.”
“Look, isn’t it very tidy?”
Victor was silent for two seconds.
He silently picked up the rag and gave her a thumbs-up.
“In the future, not only will the clinic not need security, but we won’t even need a paper shredder.”
He stood up, his expression becoming serious.
Since she was his only employee, he had to figure out her mental state.
For a brief moment just now, he had seen a chilling madness in the eyes of this little girl.
“Alice, come here.”
Victor pointed to the operating table he had just finished cleaning.
“Time for a post-operative follow-up. This is a necessary medical procedure.”
Alice obediently put away her scissors and tucked her hands behind her back.
She looked like an obedient elementary school student.
Only, those red eyes were still staring fixedly at Victor’s neck, filled with obsession.
“How are you feeling?”
Victor pulled out a medical record book he had exchanged from the system, pretending to take notes.
“Do you feel any physical incoordination? Or... any strange urges?”
Alice blinked.
She thought seriously for a moment, then pressed her hand against her chest.
“Here... it’s beating very fast.”
She pointed to her heart, her voice dreamy.
“Especially when I’m close to you, Director.”
“There is an urge... to snip you open and see if it’s as warm inside you as it is inside me.”
Snap.
The pen in Victor’s hand broke.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.
“That’s called arrhythmia, or perhaps excessive dopamine secretion.”
“As for wanting to snip me open...”
Victor looked at her sternly.
“That falls under severe violent tendencies. Remember, I am the doctor, not your specimen.”
“But...”
Alice took a step forward, the tip of her nose almost touching Victor’s chin.
She didn’t smell of rotting flesh; instead, she carried a cold, crisp fragrance of cedar.
“I want to hide you away.”
“Hide you inside my stomach, or... sew us together.”
She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing Victor’s silhouette in the air, her gaze feverish.
“Just like how you sewed me earlier.”
“The needle and thread passing through the skin, pulling tight, tying a knot... that feeling of being tightly connected is just too wonderful.”
“As long as we are sewn together, we will never be apart, right?”
A lunatic.
A complete and utter yandere.
Victor felt cold sweat drenching his lab coat.
What kind of monster had the system created?
How was this a nurse? This was clearly a time bomb that could devour its master at any moment!
But as the 'Director,' he could not show fear.
He had to provide guidance.
He had to channel this twisted destructive desire into the right (and useful) direction.
“Ahem.”
Victor pressed down on Alice’s shoulders.
“Alice, your ideas are very... creative.”
“But as a professional medical worker, you must apply your love for 'suturing' to a greater cause.”
He pointed toward the main door.
“For example, providing some 'physical' assistance to those patients who can’t afford medical treatment.”
Alice tilted her head, seemingly processing these words.
Just then—
Skreeeee—
A grating scratching sound came from the exterior wall.
It was followed by a chorus of low growls and sniffing.
“Hungry...”
“Meat... fresh meat...”
Indistinct mutterings filtered through the walls.
They were ghouls.
These low-level undead moved in packs.
The human scent leaked out when the stitched monstrosity smashed the door, and it was like a drop of blood in a shark tank.
They didn’t dare to smash the system’s door, so they could only frantically scratch at the walls and windows.
Bang! Bang!
A bold ghoul pressed its rotting face against the bulletproof glass, yellow-green saliva dripping as it stared fixedly at Victor inside.
“How noisy.”
Victor frowned, disgust flashing in his eyes.
It was like a swarm of flies had flown in during surgery.
“Don't these uncivilized fellows know they should keep quiet when visiting patients?”
He closed the medical record book, his tone icy.
Opposite him, Alice’s aura suddenly changed.
Her soft, girl-like demeanor vanished instantly.
In its place was a thick, inescapable aura of tyranny and killing intent.
Her hair drifted without wind, and her black dress billowed.
In her red eyes, her obsession with Victor transformed into an extreme rage toward the intruders.
How dare they interrupt my private time with the Director?
How dare they covet my Director?
Unforgivable.
“Director...”
Alice slowly turned around and looked at the window covered in ghastly faces.
Her mouth pulled back, revealing two sharp little fangs.
Her smile was so sweet it was hair-raising.
Buzz—
The great scissors were in her hands again.
Black energy swirled around them, ten times denser than before.
She looked back, tilting her head at Victor, red light flashing in her eyes like a child asking her parents for permission to go out and play.
“The things outside are too noisy.”
“They seem to be sick; they keep drooling.”
“Can I go out... and help treat them?”
Alice stuck out her pink tongue and licked the cold blade of the scissors.
Her voice was as soft as a lover’s whisper:
“For example, I could snip all their heads off...”
“And then sew their mouths shut, one by one?”
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